I just posted a little blurb about our 38 week appointment and how I'd been feeling. Then I reread the post and was bored out of my mind! Sorry everyone- I know the pregnancy has been pretty much the only thing I talk about now. So I deleted the post and I'm writing another one. Here goes...
Sheesh. How one-sided my life is right now! I'm trying to think of something to write that doesn't include babies and toddlers and such, but I'm drawing a blank. Is that bad?
A good friend of mine posted on her blog about feeling restless and wondering if people living a typical, "vanilla" life (i.e., married with 2.5 kids and a dog and a white picket fence) were really happy. It got me thinking about my own life, where my interests are, and if that really makes me happy.
There are things that I could be doing that make me happy- going back to work or being a musician- but right now I'm doing other things that make me happy. I know I bitch and moan a lot about being a SAHM and it seems like I'm not content, but I am. Things aren't perfect all the time, but the things that are important to me are here in my life, and that is what makes me happy.
It's important that my kids spend time with us and not a daycare or babysitter. It's important that my husband and I have a good marriage, despite him having a job that frequently strains marriages. It's important that we have a good home, wherever we are. And it's important to me to know that one day I will head back to work, whether it's teaching or pursuing another career.
Despite the stability we appear to have, our life is always changing. We move a lot and we're in the middle of building a family. But the things that center us are our values and each other. I guess family is the constant that we rely on, and by putting that first, that is what makes me content.
I'm not sure if I'm making sense right now! LB is chattering away in the next room and Puppy is barking at the movers next door, so trying to concentrate is not going well. But at least it's something different than another bitchy rant! :)
8/31/09
Common sense is not so common.
Hubby insures his bike through a major insurance company. You'd think that they'd have their heads on straight, since they're obviously successful and all. But no.
Last week, we received our Hawaii motorcycle ID cards, along with a copy of our new policy. We also received two more ID cards labeled "South Carolina Proof of Financial Responsibility." Huh?? We haven't lived in SC since 2006.
I called the company this morning. They tried to put me through a voice-activated menu, where I had to speak which option I wanted. None of them were "Let me speak to a human", so I pressed "0" until I got a person. We'll call her Jane.
Jane was nice. She didn't have a thick accent, so it was easy to understand her. She was quick in verifying my info and very courteous. Obviously, Jane does not deal with our account specifically, so I explained what we had received. She told me that we had not updated the fact that the bike was registered in HI.
Whiskey tango foxtrot?? We've been in HI for a few years now, and I'm positive we had to send them proof of registration to switch the policy from SC to HI. They mail our bill to our HI address, and we have a hawaiian policy. So I asked her, do we have two policies? She said no, but she couldn't give me a straight answer why we ended up with a hawaiian policy and two different state ID cards.
Ah, morons... I don't expect much from the general public any more.
Last week, we received our Hawaii motorcycle ID cards, along with a copy of our new policy. We also received two more ID cards labeled "South Carolina Proof of Financial Responsibility." Huh?? We haven't lived in SC since 2006.
I called the company this morning. They tried to put me through a voice-activated menu, where I had to speak which option I wanted. None of them were "Let me speak to a human", so I pressed "0" until I got a person. We'll call her Jane.
Jane was nice. She didn't have a thick accent, so it was easy to understand her. She was quick in verifying my info and very courteous. Obviously, Jane does not deal with our account specifically, so I explained what we had received. She told me that we had not updated the fact that the bike was registered in HI.
Whiskey tango foxtrot?? We've been in HI for a few years now, and I'm positive we had to send them proof of registration to switch the policy from SC to HI. They mail our bill to our HI address, and we have a hawaiian policy. So I asked her, do we have two policies? She said no, but she couldn't give me a straight answer why we ended up with a hawaiian policy and two different state ID cards.
Ah, morons... I don't expect much from the general public any more.
8/30/09
A letter
Dear LB,
For Chrissake, take a friggin nap already. Since Daddy has duty today, this is the only break I will get, and Mommy needs it dearly, since your darling brother is back to his head-butting ways. I love you both very much, but I'm about to go out of my mind. So please, just maybe for 30 minutes or so, take a nap so I can put my feet up? Thanks.
Love,
Mommy
For Chrissake, take a friggin nap already. Since Daddy has duty today, this is the only break I will get, and Mommy needs it dearly, since your darling brother is back to his head-butting ways. I love you both very much, but I'm about to go out of my mind. So please, just maybe for 30 minutes or so, take a nap so I can put my feet up? Thanks.
Love,
Mommy
8/28/09
I give up.
I'm all done with trying to clean the house during the day. Hubby says, you'll have to do it with two kids because they won't be on the same schedule. Well, true, but I guess the house will just have to wait until they are asleep, because I'm sick of cleaning one room just to find the next room messed up.
LB is pretty darn cute. He knows that "Give it to Mommy" means "You'd better hand that over to me". And he listens. He hands everything to me... which is kind of frustrating. All day long, he's handing me toys and books, no matter where I am, so his stuff ends up all over the place.
And it's not just kid stuff. There's Hubby's dirty dishes and the sand he somehow tracked into the house, despite not having been to the beach. There are the tiles, which never really look clean because the geniuses in the housing department decided on textured tile. And there's Puppy, who decided to puke not once, not twice, but three times in the kitchen today.
After Hubby came home from deployment, he suggested we cancel our housekeeper. After all, now he's home to clean up what I can't. I just kind of wish that he'd realize that I can do less and less. It's hard enough bending over to pick up toys (ow, my sciatic nerve)- let's not even approach mopping the floor or trying to load a dishwasher with the world's most curious toddler.
*Seriously, LB, what's with the fascination with the dishwasher???
Anyway, I've resigned to clean only at night. Which doesn't help, because by the time the kid's in bed, I'm too pooped to actually do anything productive. Just ask Hubby- most nights, I'm sitting on the couch because I can barely walk at this point. Maybe I'll put the TV on and let LB zone out just to get a few things done around here. Sh, don't tell anyone. :)
LB is pretty darn cute. He knows that "Give it to Mommy" means "You'd better hand that over to me". And he listens. He hands everything to me... which is kind of frustrating. All day long, he's handing me toys and books, no matter where I am, so his stuff ends up all over the place.
And it's not just kid stuff. There's Hubby's dirty dishes and the sand he somehow tracked into the house, despite not having been to the beach. There are the tiles, which never really look clean because the geniuses in the housing department decided on textured tile. And there's Puppy, who decided to puke not once, not twice, but three times in the kitchen today.
After Hubby came home from deployment, he suggested we cancel our housekeeper. After all, now he's home to clean up what I can't. I just kind of wish that he'd realize that I can do less and less. It's hard enough bending over to pick up toys (ow, my sciatic nerve)- let's not even approach mopping the floor or trying to load a dishwasher with the world's most curious toddler.
*Seriously, LB, what's with the fascination with the dishwasher???
Anyway, I've resigned to clean only at night. Which doesn't help, because by the time the kid's in bed, I'm too pooped to actually do anything productive. Just ask Hubby- most nights, I'm sitting on the couch because I can barely walk at this point. Maybe I'll put the TV on and let LB zone out just to get a few things done around here. Sh, don't tell anyone. :)
8/27/09
So. Over. It.
How many more days until Sept 14th?? Just wondering, because I'd really like control over my appetite and my body again. Getting antsy and feeling like this pregnancy is taking forever.
I guess I'm just really anxious because our friends Frau and Ninja just had their baby boy this Tuesday (commence baby season). And yes, I'm also jealous that apparently her labor was a breeze. :P But, I'm mostly realizing that even though we were due within weeks of each other, these last few weeks are the worst!
JC is a little active guy, although he's let up some on the kicking and head-butting. Now he's mostly just squirmy... which is extremely uncomfortable when I'm mid-Braxton Hicks. And the sciatic pain is pretty bad, along with the pelvic pain. I brought that up with my doc, and he said, "There's one magical cure..." I was elated until he said, "... and that's childbirth". Boooo.
I also weigh about 192 lb. Holy sh!t. I know I'm pretty tall, and everyone tells me that I don't look like I've been gaining weight elsewhere, but I feel 192 lb. The chocolate donuts taunt me and the ice cream has this Jedi force that draws me in. I wish I could say I can resist, but I can't. Little JC has a serious penchant for chocolate (gee, I wonder who he takes after??), and my a$$ is paying the price.
So I have absolutely no power over myself until this baby is born. It's not all that bad- at least the kid is craving chocolate and not something revolting, like orange juice. But I've been daydreaming about the day I can start working out and losing this weight (and not constantly grossing my husband out with all my farting). Although, I will need to buy new shoes....
Yeah, another topic of dismay for me. My husband fits into my shoes, and me into his. How depressing that my feet have become that big. And, I outweigh him... actually, I'm pretty sure at this point that I'm close to outweighing my dad, who (if you've ever met him) is a very tall, italian/polish guy and has always been the biggest person in the family. Sorry Dad, but I'm stealing your heavyweight title.
So there you go. Generally feeling fed-up and frustrated with being pregnant. I love my kids, but let me say, I'm glad this is the last time I'm doing this! :)
I guess I'm just really anxious because our friends Frau and Ninja just had their baby boy this Tuesday (commence baby season). And yes, I'm also jealous that apparently her labor was a breeze. :P But, I'm mostly realizing that even though we were due within weeks of each other, these last few weeks are the worst!
JC is a little active guy, although he's let up some on the kicking and head-butting. Now he's mostly just squirmy... which is extremely uncomfortable when I'm mid-Braxton Hicks. And the sciatic pain is pretty bad, along with the pelvic pain. I brought that up with my doc, and he said, "There's one magical cure..." I was elated until he said, "... and that's childbirth". Boooo.
I also weigh about 192 lb. Holy sh!t. I know I'm pretty tall, and everyone tells me that I don't look like I've been gaining weight elsewhere, but I feel 192 lb. The chocolate donuts taunt me and the ice cream has this Jedi force that draws me in. I wish I could say I can resist, but I can't. Little JC has a serious penchant for chocolate (gee, I wonder who he takes after??), and my a$$ is paying the price.
So I have absolutely no power over myself until this baby is born. It's not all that bad- at least the kid is craving chocolate and not something revolting, like orange juice. But I've been daydreaming about the day I can start working out and losing this weight (and not constantly grossing my husband out with all my farting). Although, I will need to buy new shoes....
Yeah, another topic of dismay for me. My husband fits into my shoes, and me into his. How depressing that my feet have become that big. And, I outweigh him... actually, I'm pretty sure at this point that I'm close to outweighing my dad, who (if you've ever met him) is a very tall, italian/polish guy and has always been the biggest person in the family. Sorry Dad, but I'm stealing your heavyweight title.
So there you go. Generally feeling fed-up and frustrated with being pregnant. I love my kids, but let me say, I'm glad this is the last time I'm doing this! :)
8/23/09
Oceanic, how I hate you
After unleashing Angry Pregnant Lady at the hospital, now it's time to turn my attention to Time Warner Oceanic. I've actually been angry with them ever since we moved in two years ago, but the situation is getting worse.
Every morning, without fail, my phone and internet services cut out. For some reason, the television service never has. At first (meaning, up until this summer), it would cut out for a few minutes, then come back on, then cut out again, then come back on, etc. But lately, we've been without those services for HOURS. Every morning.
The phone thing isn't too hard on us. Hubby and I have cell phones, and not too many people call our house line anyway (we hardly ever even give it out). But the internet thing is irritating. I can't check my email or look for houses in CA usually until around noon. By then, people on the east coast are getting ready for the night, and people here have already planned their day. Besides, the hour of Sesame Street has always been my time to catch up on cheesy celebrity gossip and to check out time-wasting websites. *Don't mock- it's this hour of brainlessness that maintains my sanity.
Yesterday, I was so fed-up that I called Oceanic's "customer service" line. I use quotes because I waited for over 30 minutes to speak with someone. When I finally did, I told them they needed to fix this, or we would be cancelling our services today. The lady was very nice and booked an emergency appointment for tomorrow, but these technicians have come to the house before and claimed to fix the problem. Obviously not the case, since I'm still calling them and we're still experiencing outages.
So, Oceanic, you suck. Your services suck and your customer service sucks. I'm not holding my breath with this appointment tomorrow and I'm fully prepared to cancel our account. After all, why should we pay for internet and phone services when they only work half the time??? Maybe they should take 50% off of our bill to compensate us. :) Haha, wishful thinking.
Every morning, without fail, my phone and internet services cut out. For some reason, the television service never has. At first (meaning, up until this summer), it would cut out for a few minutes, then come back on, then cut out again, then come back on, etc. But lately, we've been without those services for HOURS. Every morning.
The phone thing isn't too hard on us. Hubby and I have cell phones, and not too many people call our house line anyway (we hardly ever even give it out). But the internet thing is irritating. I can't check my email or look for houses in CA usually until around noon. By then, people on the east coast are getting ready for the night, and people here have already planned their day. Besides, the hour of Sesame Street has always been my time to catch up on cheesy celebrity gossip and to check out time-wasting websites. *Don't mock- it's this hour of brainlessness that maintains my sanity.
Yesterday, I was so fed-up that I called Oceanic's "customer service" line. I use quotes because I waited for over 30 minutes to speak with someone. When I finally did, I told them they needed to fix this, or we would be cancelling our services today. The lady was very nice and booked an emergency appointment for tomorrow, but these technicians have come to the house before and claimed to fix the problem. Obviously not the case, since I'm still calling them and we're still experiencing outages.
So, Oceanic, you suck. Your services suck and your customer service sucks. I'm not holding my breath with this appointment tomorrow and I'm fully prepared to cancel our account. After all, why should we pay for internet and phone services when they only work half the time??? Maybe they should take 50% off of our bill to compensate us. :) Haha, wishful thinking.
8/20/09
Day #2 of no nap
LB decided yesterday that he didn't need a nap. I had put him in his crib, and he cried for an hour straight until I got him out. Today, we are having the same battle. I know he's tired- he's rubbing his eyes and looks exhausted- but he won't go down for a nap!
Which sucks, because I could really use one. And although he's been physically in his crib for 45 minutes, his cries won't allow me to take one. So neither of us are getting a nap, and both of us will be cranky and irritable this afternoon (sorry, Hubby!).
At what age do kids stop taking naps??? It seems wicked early for a 19 month old boy to stop napping. I know he's not thirsty or hungry or poopy or wet- that was all taken care of before I put him down. He's probably just bored and testing me to see if I'll get him up. I suppose I should just stick it out and leave him there until he sleeps. I don't want him to think that if he cries long enough, he'll get his way.
Ugh, but I need a nap! He can't cry all day... right?
Which sucks, because I could really use one. And although he's been physically in his crib for 45 minutes, his cries won't allow me to take one. So neither of us are getting a nap, and both of us will be cranky and irritable this afternoon (sorry, Hubby!).
At what age do kids stop taking naps??? It seems wicked early for a 19 month old boy to stop napping. I know he's not thirsty or hungry or poopy or wet- that was all taken care of before I put him down. He's probably just bored and testing me to see if I'll get him up. I suppose I should just stick it out and leave him there until he sleeps. I don't want him to think that if he cries long enough, he'll get his way.
Ugh, but I need a nap! He can't cry all day... right?
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